Overcome with hopelessness and shame, I nervously paced each room of my empty house. The only thing louder than the desolate silence were the thoughts that came across my mind.
Waiting until the last minute can set you back for a lifetime.
Making that phone call was absolutely one of the scariest things that I have ever done. However, it helped clarify the truth surrounding a lie that I had believed for years. Owning up to believing the lie paved the way to hear the truth that I needed to hear.
I can’t help but wonder, how many miracles fail to actualize, simply because we are unwilling experience our feelings instead of us repressing them. Could it be possible that the miracle that we are waiting for is standing right outside our choice to express our feelings freely.